“I guess so,” answered father. “But members of the performers’ families ought to go in free. How’s that, John?”
You shook your head decidedly. Such a suggestion must be nipped in the bud.
“Naw, sir! Everybody has to pay!”
There was no dearth of performers; they were as plenty as ball-players, and you had an embarrassing number of volunteers, who offered themselves as soon as the news of your circus spread through the neighborhood.
Snoopie Mitchell was among the earliest.
“Say, I’ll be in your circus,” he proposed. “I can skin the cat twice, an’ do the giant’s swing, an’ turn flip-flops both ways, an’—”
“Pooh! That’s nothin’. So can I,” scoffed Hen.
“You can’t, neither!” contradicted Snoopie. “Le’ ’s see you, now.”